His glossy black hair fell carelessly over his smooth forehead from under a soft, wide-awake hat.
"Manitou for ever!" he cried, with a flourish of his hand.

"I salute the brave.

I escort the brave to the gates of Manitou.

I escort the brave.
I escort the brave.

Salut! Salut! Salut! Well done, Beauty Beauty--Beauty--Beauty, well done again!" He held out his hand to Fleda, but she drew back with disgust.